The Needle Girl
Monday, March 20, 2006
The Needle Girl
I was lost in the woods,on my way out of town.
Met that old lady,who gave me a frown.
She told me this short cut around the mount,
That hill where the snow kept falling down.
It was snowing when i came upon
The only house without a lawn
It was just a little after dawn
When the sunlight came and then was gone.
On the rooftop of the house sat a girl
She was crying in the wind that swirled and whirled
Down came the tears like little pearls
Which landed upon her blood soaked heels.
Her shoes were soaked with dark red blood
That hung upon a string next to the dark
Window under her feet,which were covered with marks
Needles they were,and deeply they sunk.
"Where are your parents?" i shouted at her
They left her there,since last September
Blood stained the carpets,and there was anger
In father's eyes.That only and no other.
When i brought her down she softly cried
"Dont worry" i said."I wont bite"
But it wasnt me who made her affright
But the pain in her feet that troubled her at night.
She couldnt run,and she couldnt walk
All she could do was to prone and crawl
I carried her on my back,as she snored
Softly away,as we headed slowly North.
It was snowing when i came upon
The only house without a lawn
Where i met a girl a little after dawn
Shortly after our meeting,and we were gone.
I was lost in the woods,on my way out of town.
Met that old lady,who gave me a frown.
She told me this short cut around the mount,
That hill where the snow kept falling down.
It was snowing when i came upon
The only house without a lawn
It was just a little after dawn
When the sunlight came and then was gone.
On the rooftop of the house sat a girl
She was crying in the wind that swirled and whirled
Down came the tears like little pearls
Which landed upon her blood soaked heels.
Her shoes were soaked with dark red blood
That hung upon a string next to the dark
Window under her feet,which were covered with marks
Needles they were,and deeply they sunk.
"Where are your parents?" i shouted at her
They left her there,since last September
Blood stained the carpets,and there was anger
In father's eyes.That only and no other.
When i brought her down she softly cried
"Dont worry" i said."I wont bite"
But it wasnt me who made her affright
But the pain in her feet that troubled her at night.
She couldnt run,and she couldnt walk
All she could do was to prone and crawl
I carried her on my back,as she snored
Softly away,as we headed slowly North.
It was snowing when i came upon
The only house without a lawn
Where i met a girl a little after dawn
Shortly after our meeting,and we were gone.
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